The Hanged Man

I'm a noose, not a necklace Don't hang with me, I'm a little bit wreckless I'm a weapon, not an accessory Keep lifting me up, but I'll drag you down with me My fate's been sealed to be my worst enemy Lie to the mirror like "You'll get what you need" Broke that thing down just to see if I still bleed Born on a corporate altar of hate and greed Then plucked up and snuffed out like a weed